Nov 8, 2004

ANSER



Recombinant incumbent rips a mutant future,
a little rabid grace to brook
environs like a fleshwound;
pay no mind to the clinking bronze
armor, these armored
characters who lurch & strut like
zombies filled with
purple methane.


The curve of the earth shall realign
the piles, the aeon divorces
the pink fizz of the end of the empire.


Red to blue hand to fist


mouth to mouth--
a storm of dust, cloud
of locusts is a tenacious apocryphal
raven for these craven old boys, please


bow to the graven vulpine image
of a fanged nymph,
you funky armies:
listen to Wilhelm's revenant
beat
the inexorable steel drum.
Perseverers, please remain ithyphallic
as the cabin pressure adjusts to you.



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